Victorian farmhouse life

The Rat Stuff

“That’s one small step for a terrier, one giant leap for canines.” ~ Scout

For some time now, we have been growing increasingly concerned for our rat terrier Scout, and may soon have him hospitalized for his own safety as well as ours. He’s always been a bit excessively “imaginative”, but lately he’s become more than a handful. I caught him in the backyard this afternoon sitting on top of a can of gasoline.

One of the Siamese (‘Puter) was holding a lit match and Buster, the cairn, was counting backwards from 10, “Ten, nine…uhhh, four…seven…” Mishka, the other Siamese, was hiding under the porch covering her eyes. I’m sure sooner or later Buster would have gotten to one and all hell would have broken loose.

America's finest and his Saturn .25 Interplanetary Space Booster

Scout indignantly said he just wanted to be the first terrier on Mars and that we just don’t “get” him. He did agree pose for me in his space suit, as you can see below.

Our Hero

OK. I confess, that’s not really Scout, it just looks like him; but a dog can dream, can’t he? The photo is from some unknown source in the depths of the Internet (an e-mailed legend passed down from terrier to puppy for generations — or a couple of years; whatever).

I normally don’t say this to my blogging friends and I do hate when someone says this to me….but I think at this time it is fully appropriate…..You have a little too much time on your hands there lady….LOL.

OK, I am NOT alone — I now know someone who not only is crazy enough to live in a very old house, but who also gives voice to her pets.
Dare I tell my family that I am NOT nuts?
My dog Dion even has his own Facebook page. And I do not.
Go figure.
BTW Dion is madly jealous over the outfit. He believes it IS Scout.
Cass

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your pups
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this nonsense on my owners blog
It’s like she writes a post five days a week
A rocket dog, a rocket dog